The Point

Who: Brett and Lina
Where: The garage
When: Early afternoon

Brett had a bad feeling about this as he wheeled himself into the garage in search of Lina. then again, he had a bad feeling about almost everything - especially that which meant that he had to actively seek out the advice of others. He'd much prefer to keep himself to himself, but he'd said that he'd go and even if things had changed somewhat with the news he'd gotten over night, he was still sticking with the plan until he could find that woman and actually talk to her about things. "Hey, anyone here?" he called, making his way forward, leaving the door to the outside open.

It seemed a little pointless to be here for Lina - people were still trying to figure out what was going on, but, fuck it. Volunteers had shown up, so she stayed for work. Not that she actually did a whole hell of a lot of it. She was letting her mind wander in the back room when she heard a call. She got up and walked out into the main room, eyeing the guy in the wheelchair. "Yep. What can I help you with?"

"You Lina?" Brett asked, wheeling a little further forward and them stopping, flipping on the brakes and resting forward in the chair. He figured she was - she looked like the sort, but he wasn't going to launch into this with the wrong fucking person and make an idiot of himself.

"Yeah, that's me." she said, wondering if that was a good sign or a bad sign. Of course, she realized that she was the paranoid idiot and she'd introduced herself on the journals, but hey, old habits die hard. "What's up?"

"Was wondering if you'd taken a look at any of the cars around town," Brett said in his usual, forthright manner as he wheeled forward towards her. He wasn't the type to make polite conversation and this wasn't a social call - he needed to talk to her about things, after all.

Lina bit back a moment of sarcasm and a plethora of snarky replies. "In what way? Sounds like you've got something specific in mind." Might as well cut right to it, and attempt not to be a raving bitch about it.

"I do, in fact - I noticed that one of the engines had had it's tank tampered with so that it held less gas than normal. So, I want to know two things - whether that's across the board, which I'm thinking that is the case since the scientists are fucking cunts. And whether there's any way of getting round that," he asked, the look on his face stating that he was just there for the answer and nothing more.

Impressive. "It's across the board." Lina said bluntly, something she hadn't even told Dave and Jason, though fuck, she needed to. "At least as far as I've seen. I haven't found a way of getting around it, the way things currently stand I don't think I can."

Brett nodded, once. "Right," he told her, figuring that was really all he needed to know. If they were still going, they'd need to carry a lot of extra gas with them. "Thanks," he added, turning himself round to leave. He'd got what he'd called for, after all.

Well, that was easy enough. Lina shrugged and nodded, vaguely waving as she stepped back. "No problem." Shit, at this point, she would have welcomed something to do. Oh well.

Brett half expected her to stop him, but was glad when she didn't - anyone that didn't pester him got bonus points. he didn't answer her again as he headed on out and down the street.